“ Scotland - The Highlands - Thirteenth Century Have ye e'er seen such a lovely set o' bosoms? ”
No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them.
~ Maeve Greyson
Web of time,Veil of space,Carry us to our chosen place,Borne of water,Trialed by Fire,My Sinclair blood claims this power,For the good of all,With harm to none,So as it is spoken,So let it be done.
What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and . . .” Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. “May the gods favor us this time, my friend. Pray Mairi Sinclair is the one.
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle.
